Walking along the Port Royal in Paris, we came across the statue of a dashing soldier. Sword in hand, he was leading the charge – on foot. Confident. Handsome. Audacious. And there, on the pedestal of the statue, was a list of the battles he fought. It’s a good thing his own people shot him when they did, otherwise there would not have been space to list all his battles.

Our beef with our own generation is not that it failed, but that it succeeded too well. It took control of government and used like an ape uses a rock – to crack open a nut. But we’ll come back to that in a minute…